Chapter 8- Trauma

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Arizona's POV:
As I wake up, all I see is white. White light. Then some figures walk towards me. I shield my face from the light. "Arizona." A deep, manly voice calls out. A familiar voice. Sloan. "Mark, I, You..." "I know, I'm dead. So is Lexie." He points to a female standing opposite me. "Lexie, I, I, I'm so sorry, the forest, you..." "It's okay, Arizona, I'm here now." I start to cry. "Hey Phoenix, don't cry. "I chuckle at his nickname for me. "Really? Phoenix?" He smiles at me. "How's Callie? Sofia?" I sigh and look away. They both sit next to me. "I, I cheated on her. And I regret it so bad. So, so bad. I hate myself for it. So, she went and got in a relationship with another woman, Penny. She killed Derek." Another male walks towards me. "Derek?" He puts out his hand. "I don't know what to do. I want her back so bad. She came over yesterday, and we spoke, and she feels that she may have some feelings there, but she's with Penny. I love her. I want her. I need her." As the lights start to fade, and voices begin to return, they all ask me for favours. "Tell Meredith I love her." Derek fades away. "Lexie..." "Tell Cristina thank you, for trying to save me when I was already dying." She lets go of my hand. "Mark, don't go, I want to stay here. . "No you don't. Sofia is waiting for you. And Callie is waiting for you. And I will be waiting for you both, when it's time. Go. Go tell her what you told us. Tell her she's the only thing that's keeping you alive." He steps away. "And tell my girls, daddy misses them." I wipe away tears, before attempting to run after him. "Mark!!" Everything turns pitch black. Mark was right. Callie and Sofia were the only things keeping me alive. I wake up under a crushed car in the middle of the road. I search for my phone, and when I find it, I put on 'Make You Mine', and I gaze at a picture of Callie and Sofia. I turn my head to see a car speeding towards me. I hold my phone close to my chest and close my eyes. "Thank you, Mark."
It can be scary to find out that you've been wrong about something. But we can't be afraid to change our minds, to accept that things are different, that they'll never be the same, for better or for worse. We have to be willing to give up what we used to believe. The more we're willing to accept what us and not what we thought; we'll find ourselves exactly where we belong...

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